life

written: sometime in 1990

why is life,
you say,
people ask that everyday,
still,
the answer is not known,
will,
the answer be shown,
we'll just have to wait,
wait,
for fate,
to give the reasons,
for the months,
and the changing seasons,
we can't even hunt,
hunt for the sum,
all awhile,
our minds go numb,
some smile,
some frown,
as the world goes 'round,
parent of the moon,
child of the sun,
none have all,
all have none,
waiting for the call,
call of those,
or he who knows,
knows the ways
rinoshki,
is he,
the one,
the only,
not the lonely,
who have no where to turn,
whose lives can only,
only burn,
poor souls,
whose lives have no roles,
roles of meaning,
they are leaning,
leaning o'er the edge,
the edge of time,
as their patience runs out,
they try to carry on,
while life goes on.